Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I need money money
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
Nigga I need money money
Nigga hundeds hundeds hundeds
Nigga want money money

1]
The biggest time is rhyme the size crime
Its been the same man since the became mine
I spot one of these at the same time
Looking like Dogg back in eighty-nine
Do I a fuck, no I never have
I just blow my weed and take a bubble
I at these niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz
Cause half of you niggaz cant even with me
I'm on it cause I'm so fucking
And town that I roll through I leave my G prints
LBC, now that's what I represent, can ya it (Eastside)
I'm hotter than a batch of fish grease in a
I wanna say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the
See where I'm from you rate us, hate us or steal us
And right about now all the cap gotta feel us

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2]
Money, is everything
It's the to the fiend
It's the king to the
It reigns
It's the crop to the (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its dream
Money, mo money, get
But make sure you know your folks don't get funny
claiming that they down on they luck
While I'm fresh dressed a million bucks
I throw on my black socks with my all gold
Now lets see which one of my trucks we gone use
To away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother fucking U.S.A
Its all a dream, and can come true
If it happen for me, it can happen for you
Meech from the beach, he keep shit
And he touch guaranteed to go platinum

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3]
Ya got to have cash to make it days
And you can make at one of a hundred different ways
You can holler at the Meech and get a dope track
And write you a rap, and try to get you to
Or you could on the streets and holler and wine
You can throw up insane, twenty crip or one
I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see
See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the
You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way to the west coast
smoking, with a pound of that shit
Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my and my two kids, getting money

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[Ad libs over
For all the niggaz out getting their money
Money is the root of all huh
You know
I mean, we living in hell
So fuck, get money man
I look at shit like
The fuckers that don't got money, they doing bad
and they give a fuck and they rob they steal they kill
And the mother that got money, they depressed
you know can't enjoy it
So I mean, your pleasure
you wanna live with it our without it, I'm bout it
I got to it, you feel me

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